El carboncillo corría por la lámina, sin cesar.

Nuestra vida se desvance
como el carboncillo
corriendo sin cesar
encima de la lámina.
Queremos que los trazos
tengan algun significado.
Y sin embargo
somos egoistas
y nos quedamos todo el dolor
para nosotros mismos
que nos corrompe
y nos destruye
consumiendo las últimas gotas
de nuestra esencia.
Y en ese punto
ya no sabemos quienes somos.
Aún así
algo siempre nos mantiene
pegados
a esto que llamamos vida.
Cuando en realidad la vida
se muere
y es culpa del tiempo.

Isolation

There is so many people that can not get themselves lost in art, and that makes me really sad. So many people that say "No, I do not read." "This painting is meaningless." "Ew, that song is not catchy, I dislike it."

Well, let me tell you how wonderful it is to get lost in a book, in music, or in a painting. How peaceful is to isolate yourself in your inner world reading, listening to music or drawing. 

The satisfaction of finding a song that makes you dance, that makes you cry, smile, enjoy. It fills you up with the sensation that time does not exist. It is just you and music, floating in emptiness.

Or the satisfaction of being a part of a story. You can relate to the characters, you cry for them and you love with them. The feeling of throwing all your life away, forgetting about what is going on around you, or even forgetting who you are. You are not you. You are the exclamations and the interrogations. you are the smell of the pages and the covers. You are wisdom, love, pain. Because when you read, the characters' feelings are yours too.

And the third satisfaction, but not the last that exists, and not by far the first. The expression of your emotions on a paper. It can be colorful, or it can be different shades of grey. It can be a giant painting, or a tiny one. It can be in so many different ways, but what matters is the sensation of freedom when you finish your artwork. You left there your thoughts and emotions, dreams and fears, truth and lies. You left there your feelings, your desires and who you are.

This is why it should be more important to let ourselves get lost in art.

Art is love, pain, fear, fun, violence, sex, rejection, wisdom, nature. Art is freedom. Art is you, and you are art.

So now tell me, what is life, if it is not art?

I do apologize.

This essay is about art and I only use three manifestations of itself to explain how it feels to get lost in art. Books, music and paintings are just a little part of what art can be. Art can be everything and nothing, so please, all the others types of art that were not mentioned, do not get offended for just talking about books, music and paintings.